Sleepless in Savannah

by Rita Herron

  "Still, it has to wear on you. Turn around."

  Lance obeyed, stretching out his broad shoulders and dropping his head forward, his posture rigid. Sophie pressed her fingers into the area around his neck, then slowly began to knead the tension from his muscles.

  "Your muscles are tight," she said softly. His musky scent sent a burning sensation through her belly. She pressed her knuckles into the ridges between his shoulder blades, rotating them in a circular motion. Deseree had taught her the art of massage therapy, a trick her mother had used on many clients to relax them into paying her well. Sophie had almost forgotten she knew any of the techniques, but reveled in being able to relieve the knots she felt in Lance's muscles.

  Lance rolled his head sideways on a groan. "You have magic fingers."

  "Hmm, you've been working too hard on the house."

  "I like doing it," Lance admitted in a husky voice. "You made a good investment here, Sophie."

  "I didn't buy it to resell," Sophie said, hesitating. "I want to make my home here."

  "What about your big opportunity in Hollywood?" Lance asked. "With your show being syndicated, you'll probably start raking in all kinds of offers."

  Sophie squeezed his lower back so hard he flinched. "Sorry. I... uh, I'm really not interested in Hollywood."

  "But if the money's right?"

  Lance's body felt so wonderful beneath her fingers, Sophie was tempted to lay her head on his shoulder. If she'd wanted the big time, she would have stayed in Vegas. "I like Savannah. I have friends here. A good job. Life isn't all about money."

  He caught her hands in his and turned around to face her. "You surprise me sometimes, Sophie."

  Silence stretched between them. His breath whispered out to her, his masculine scent trapping her in his essence.

  "Is that a good thing?"

  "Oh, yeah." His voice sounded rough with desire. "That's a damn good thing."

  He lifted her hands to his shoulders, then lowered his head, pausing an inch from her mouth. "In fact, I want to know more." His lips brushed her neck. "I want to know everything there is to know about Sophie Lane."

  Lance had intended to start the conversational ball rolling and get Sophie to open up about herself, but the minute their lips touched his body erupted into flames. One kiss led to another, and conversation was forgotten as tongues mated and danced. His hands created a frenzy of their own, tunneling through her hair and then journeying along her cheeks to her neck and shoulder blades, where he dipped under the straps of her sundress.

  Sophie curled into his arms in perfect abandonment, her subtle moans of encouragement feeding the fire between them as he slid the straps down her arms. Her bare neck was too enticing to skip, so he trailed kisses along her porcelain skin, tasting sweetness and sin. He unfastened the front bra clasp, and plump breasts encased in a strapless lacy red bra spilled into his hands. For a moment he simply gazed at her offering, amazed at her beauty and the shadow of vulnerability he detected in her eyes.

  "You're beautiful," he whispered.

  A slow smile curved her mouth, and he lowered his head and flicked a tongue across her nipple, his sex hardening at the sight of the rosebud tightening beneath his tongue. Temptation tore away his restraint then, and he closed his mouth around the turgid tip and suckled her, the sultry rise of her hips triggering aches that only she could relieve. Abandoning her left breast with his tongue to torture the other, he cupped and kneaded her flesh, then pinched her nipple between his fingers and tugged it. Sophie writhed below him, pushing at his shirt. Anxious to feel his bare chest against hers, he yanked off his shirt.

  Pleasure rode on pleasure as he stretched above her and took her in his arms. She wrapped a leg around his thigh and rubbed her bare foot up and down his leg in a teasing game that evoked all kinds of wicked fantasies in his mind. Then her hands lowered to his waist and tugged at his jeans, and his breath caught, his sex throbbing for freedom and sweet release.

  But not yet.

  This time he wanted to pleasure her first, to make certain he dispelled any lingering images of himself as the unromantic barbarian she'd thought him after that fiasco of a dating game. So he stilled her hands and shook his head, smiling with triumph at the look of utter awe on her face when he trailed kisses down to her breasts, then licked a fiery path to her navel. Emitting a low groan from deep within his throat, he slid her dress to the floor. Red lace thong panties greeted him, the slip of see-through fabric guarding secrets he intended to uncover.

  But first he teased her with his tongue, biting and licking her inner thighs, tiptoeing his fingers gently inside the edges of the fabric to touch the soft folds within, and finally dragging the garment low enough to taste her sweetness.

  One taste and she flew into heaven, clutching his arms and trying to drag him upward, but Lance had never tasted anything in his life so addicting. He spread her legs farther apart and plunged his tongue inside her, welcoming the flow of honey into his mouth as she cried out his name.

  * * *

  Sophie was just about to scream again with pleasure, flip Lance over, and offer him the same glorious treatment he had her when the front door opened, and Lucy tottered inside, muttering, "Damn men, dogs, freaking dogs, that's what they are." Her high heels clicked on the hardwood foyer as she came nearer.

  "Lance!" Sophie tried to sit up, but he crawled on top of her, his denim brushing her damp heat, which was still on fire from his kisses.

  "I know." His mouth found hers, and she tasted his hunger and her own flavor and nearly forgot about the fact that her sister was just about to catch them doing the naughty, and that she almost didn't care.

  "No, Lance, we have to—"

  "For goodness' sake, have you two ever heard of a bedroom?"

  Lance froze, covering her with his body as she lifted her head. "Lucy."

  She jerked at the afghan on the couch and dragged it over them, miffed at Lucy's tone. "I've been living alone for a while."

  "Obviously." Lucy stepped from the shadows to cross to the staircase, and Sophie noticed that her eyes were red and puffy, her skin blotchy. She'd been crying.

  "Lucy, what's wrong?"

  Lance dropped his head forward onto her breasts as if to shield her, and she wiggled, hating the fact that her nipples were tightening again, and that she was more turned on than ever, and her sister was standing in the same room.

  "Nothing. Don't let me interrupt." With a stricken expression she vamoosed up the stairs. Lucy's comment about the sisters not letting a man come between them echoed in Sophie's mind, totally killing the mood.

  Well, maybe not totally. It took a second for her body to lose its response and another second for her to realize that Lance had not. He shifted, wrapping the blanket around her before he stood and reached for his shirt.

  "Lance." She pulled the afghan around herself then rose and laid a hand on his back. "I'm sorry."

  "Shh." He slowly turned to face her. His breath was slightly erratic, his bronzed skin flushed with passion, his eyes hazy with desire. "Don't be sorry, sweetness. I'm not."

  A scalding red heat rippled up her neck. "I don't mean I'm sorry for that, just sorry we were interrupted." She traced a finger over the bulge of his jeans. "Sorry that you didn't... have the pleasure."

  "Oh, baby, I had pleasure," he said with a growl, his dark gaze skimming over her again. "Don't think for a minute that I didn't."

  "But—"

  He pressed a gentle finger to her lips. "No buts. We have five more nights. It'll give us both something to think about." He dropped a kiss onto her mouth. "Something to look forward to."

  Oh, mercy, he was such a gentleman. Then again, a few minutes earlier, he had not been gentlemanly....

  "Your sister sounded upset, and you're probably dying to know what's wrong and to make it all better."

  Sophie smiled. "In some ways we're a lot alike, Lance—always looking out for our siblings."

  Lance chuckled and headed to the door. "I
know. I'll see you in the morning."

  "All right."

  He paused at the front door. "Oh, and pop another balloon after I leave; then call me and tell me what it says, so I know how to plan tomorrow."

  Sophie nodded and watched as he went out the door, the scent of his touch still emblazoned on her skin, the memory of his promise about their having something to look forward to lingering in her mind. She was definitely looking forward to date number two....

  * * *

  Lucy heard Sophie enter but didn't bother to look up. She had already started packing her Sleepover, Inc., kit and then would start on her clothes. In went the catalogs, the cucumber and banana dildos, the fake boobs....

  "I'm sorry I interrupted. I'll be out of your hair tomorrow, and you and Lance can do whatever you want in any room you want, whenever." Dag-nab it, her spells and charms must be backfiring. Sophie and Lance were hot to trot, while Reid hated her.

  "I didn't mean to imply that I wanted you to leave, Lucy," Sophie said in a low voice. "I love having you around." Sophie crossed the room, took her sister's arms, and forced Lucy to look up at her. "You know that, don't you?"

  Lucy hadn't meant to sound so petulant, but realized she did by the wounded expression on Sophie's face.

  She shrugged, hating the well of tears that puddled in her eyes. She was acting like a big fat baby, and she had no idea why. She'd never let a guy upset her before.

  Sophie wrapped her arms around her. "Hey, sis, what's wrong?"

  A sniffle escaped her and Lucy sighed. "Men suck."

  Sophie chuckled. "Anyone in particular?"

  "Reid Summers."

  Sophie pulled back and studied Lucy's face. "What happened?"

  "Nothing," Lucy said. "Not that it matters. I don't give a rat's ass about that construction worker."

  Sophie nodded. "I see. You want to tell me about it?"

  Lucy remembered Reid's reaction when he'd seen the spell she'd written, and imagined Sophie going off on her. "No. I don't need for him to like me to be all right."

  "You are all right, Lucy; you're special."

  "Damn straight. And I'm going back to Vegas tomorrow. It's showtime for this Diva girl."

  "Right. Tomorrow night you'll be dazzling thousands of men; what's one fish in the sea?" Sophie stroked a wild curl of Lucy's into place. "After all, it's not like you've fallen for Reid, have you?"

  Sophie's tone was so tender that it made Lucy's chest squeeze. But she refused to feel anything other than lust for a man. "No, of course not."

  She moved back to the bed, snapped the Sleepover, Inc., kit closed, and began to pack her clothes while Sophie said good-night and went to bed. Lucy suddenly couldn't wait to get back to Vegas, with its bright lights and music and the crowds who knew how to have fun.

  She tossed her charm book inside her bag. Maybe it had been wrong to use the spells for personal gain, so now a curse had fallen over her.

  She'd have to be alert for negative karma or signs of bad luck, especially before she boarded the plane....

  Chapter 17

  Sleep had once again eluded Lance. He might have to learn to live without it altogether. His promise to Sophie had haunted him all night—something to look forward to.

  Even if they didn't wind up in bed, the anticipation of hearing Sophie's sultry voice, of touring the city or walking hand in hand along the river, or buying silly souvenirs exhilarated him.

  He had never felt this way about a woman before. It was downright scary. No, terrifying.

  Instead of staring at the ceiling all night, though, he got up and reviewed the plans for the deal they were putting together with McDaniels. Around four am, he had a major brainstorm. Utilizing the details he'd noticed in some of the architecture books he'd studied and from the tour the night before, he jotted down ideas to give their project a slightly different slant. By six he'd phoned Chase and Reid and asked them to meet him for breakfast. Over heaping mounds of pancakes, he related his thoughts.

  "We can add a historic flair to the new storefronts and lofts; that way the places would add to the ambience of Savannah, draw a higher class of clientele, and up the resale value."

  "I like it," Chase said.

  "Me, too," Reid agreed.

  Chase stabbed another bite of hotcakes drenched with syrup. "I'll draw up the plans right away."

  Lance funneled coffee down his throat, willing himself to stay awake now that it was work time. He wanted to finish the trim in Sophie's kitchen before lunch, so he could spend the rest of the day with her. The date she'd pulled from the balloon had included an afternoon of antiquing. Normally shopping wasn't his idea of a fun way to spend a Saturday, but if the antique stores inspired as many new suggestions for plans as the tour the night before, it would be worth it.

  Besides, he would be with Sophie. It didn't really matter to him what they did, as long as he could see her.

  Reid was stirring creamer into his coffee, sloshing it all over the table with a scowl.

  "What's up with you?" Lance asked.

  "Nothing."

  "Did you strike out with the ladies last night?"

  Reid shrugged. "You could say that."

  "At the clubs?"

  "I don't want to talk about it."

  "That bad, huh?"

  Reid simply grunted.

  Lance polished off his food. "I gotta get to work on Sophie's house."

  Reid caught his arm. "How's it going, man?"

  Lance squinted, wondering at the concerned look on his brother's face. "Good." He remembered the way Sophie had come apart in his arms. "Actually, really good. Why?"

  Reid shrugged. "No reason, just wondered."

  Lance tossed some bills on the table and Reid stood. "Lance?"

  "Yeah?"

  "If you want Sophie so bad, don't let anything or anyone get in your way."

  Lance froze. What would he do if Sophie decided to take the other job and move away? He had his business here, his family.... "Do you know something you're not telling me?"

  Reid shook his head. "Just that you were right about Sophie's sister, Lucy. She's a nut. I intend to stay away from her from now on."

  Then Reid turned and strode out the door. Lance remembered that Lucy had been crying when she'd come in the night before.

  Exactly what had happened between his brother and Sophie's little sister?

  * * *

  Lucy tapped her heel up and down on the airport floor in front of the security camera, dodging suspicious looks from passengers and damning laughter from the burly security guard prowling through her carry-on bag—she definitely should have checked the Sleepover, Inc., kit.

  "This could be considered a weapon." A skinny middle-aged woman pounded the cucumber vibrator in her hand. "We'll have to confiscate it."

  "And this looks dangerous to me." The burly guard removed the banana-shaped one and waved it in the air, drawing numerous innuendoes and whispers from the crowd.

  "You must be some lonely chick," a middle-aged woman behind her muttered.

  "Man, she likes kinky stuff," a balding man with a birdlike nose yelled.

  The mother of a four-year-old child whining for candy covered her daughter's eyes and coached her away as if Lucy were a pedophile.

  Lucy sighed and gave the guards her best sweet dumb-blond look. "Those are a part of my home-shopping business; it cost me five hundred dollars, so could you please be a dear and let me through?"

  The beefy man scowled. "I don't think so, lady."

  "Pretty please?"

  The hefty man lifted a candle from the kit, then a pack of matches. "You know these aren't allowed."

  Lucy winced. "Sorry, I forgot those were in there. I just use them to light incense and those candles, of course. Did you know that burning incense can stimulate your sex drive?"

  He cut his eyes upward as if she were a complete ditz.

  The skinny man lifted a jar of sparkly massage oil. "This might be toxic. Better turn it over to the CDC
." He dropped it into their collection of nail files, manicure scissors, and other dangerous confiscated paraphernalia.

  "It is not toxic; it's lotion," Lucy snapped. "At least let me check the damn bag."

  "Ma'am, we don't appreciate your tone." He gestured for her to step through the metal detector.

  Lucy moved forward, but the light flashed and a buzzer sounded. "Oh, good gracious."

  He pointed to the clunky gold necklace dangling from her neck to her waist. "Step back and remove all your jewelry. Make sure your cell phone's in your purse."

  She did as they instructed and tried again, but once again the alarm sounded.

  "Shoes, belt."

  Sophie peeled off her heels and dropped them in the plastic bag they offered, placed her gold chain belt on the conveyor belt, and tried again.

  A woman wearing bifocals gestured toward her blouse. "You wearing a push-up bra with wires?"

  Lucy nodded, glaring at the woman. "I need the support."

  Someone across the way snickered, while a teenage boy with purple and yellow hair offered a comment about her knockers.

  "Brassiere's probably setting it off." The female security agent waved for another guard. "Got a check here!"

  "You might as well bring your clothes in a paper bag and get dressed after you get strip-searched." Lucy reached inside her shirt, unfastened her bra, and tossed it on the counter. "There." She stepped through the security booth again, but it flashed and dinged.

  "What now?"

  The woman's eyes rose over the bifocals. "Guard!"

  "Maybe it's my belly button ring," Lucy said. She twisted sideways, pulled up her shirt and unfastened the dangling chain, stuck it in the bin with the rest of her jewelry, then once again tried to pass through security. The light flashed again.

  Heck, she might as well get naked. A few men surrounding her were actually salivating at her impromptu partial strip show. "Listen, could we please hurry? I'm going to miss my flight."

  "Then you should pay more attention to how you pack and what you wear."

  "Look at me." Lucy gathered her blond curls into a fist. "I'm not a terrorist."

  "Did someone say there's a terrorist here?" an elderly lady squeaked.